I remember the days I use to breath in your words and let out a giggle of content. Those days seem like yesterday yet at the same time decades away. I don't understand how you always end up in my life. It's so strange to see you. It's like our lives are running parallel to each other. Are we just waiting till the other is ready? The way you look at me says you haven't forgot me and I see a slight pain in your eyes...is that true or do my eyes see only what my mind wishes? So I sit here in my bed sipping on the devils poison to help me forget knowing it'll only bring me closer to the memories of you. I push everyone else away so I can sit here with my memories of you. Their like old faded photo's that you can barely see the people in them. So I sit in these decaying remembrance. What made my heart leap into your hands so quickly? I barely knew you and to this day I know almost nothing about you. So what is it about you my dear?
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